Best Colonialism Poems
Chains of Colonialism
With guns they came
With whips and chains
Chains to capture the Dark Continent
Chains snaking across Africa
Africa blessed by nature
Africa a precious jewel
Jewel coveted by imperialists
Jewel stained with blood
Blood of the disenfranchised
Blood of innocents
Innocents slaughtered
Innocents subjugated
Subjugated like cattle
Subjugated nonentities
Nonentities to colonial masters
Nonentities bowing to alien flags
Flags of oppression
Flags of exploitation and domination
Domination of inferiors
Domination of natural resources
Resources robbed
Resources nurtured with sweat and tears
Tears of those with no voices
Tears of those whipped and silenced
Silenced by superiority
Silenced by weapons and fear
Fear of foreign invaders
Fear of certain death
Death of ancient civilization
Death of treasured culture
Culture stripped and raped
Culture battered and fragmented
Fragmented destiny
Fragmented people
People crushed to the ground
People with no more sweet songs
Songs of freedom and happier times
Songs of nationalism
Nationalism and solidarity
Nationalism thwarted
Thwarted to divide and conquer
Thwarted to castrate minds and bodies
Bodies chained and beaten
Bodies killed for defiance
Defiance against injustice
Defiance against colonialism
Colonialism in the name of God
Colonialism in the name of kings
Kings
God
05-01-2016
Contest: Dig Deep - Race Relations - Conflicts - Colonialism
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Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night,
They came, greedy and insatiable white creatures,
Cloaked in prim pretense,
Every curve of their features seemed to express a fine arrogant acrimony and harsh truculence.
Expectation darkened into anxiety,
A thousand unutterable fears bore irresistible despotism over our thoughts,
Men, ladies and children collapsed into a dreary and hysterical depression,
Leaving us drowned in the deep reticence of the colonial sea.
As arbitrary as a cyclone and as killing as a pestilence,
With a sweet voice caroling like a gold-caged nightingale,
They looted our abundant resources,
And abolished many of our African customs and traditions.
They enslaved us!
Underdeveloped us!
And reduced us to nothing.
Gleams of sunlight, bewildered like ourselves, struggled, surprised, through the mist and disappeared,
Half choked by a rising paroxysm of rage,
The hollow ring of their fundamental nothingness were defined,
With the blood in our eyes, matchets, bows and arrows and diplomacy,
Then the fight and chase began!
a body on a table in middle of Gaza
shaft of golden light pierced apex
from Heart Centre grew a beanstalk
onto which InnerChild ascended
saw white sails of boats in blue-green ocean
they took our homes away ~
Africana, a poem that details the pre - colonial, colonial and post -colonial Africa, her rich history, struggles and unique cultural heritage in a picturesque execution.
Africa will Rise Up Tall,Bold, and rule the Earth again
But first Africans must be Africans and more, not more and black.
Mathew R, 2014.
initiator, AFRICANA - the movement ©
AFRICANA (A Poem )
"Our forebears broke kola nuts
And offered prayers
To the benevolent maker,
Whose name varied from one tribe to another.
They lived in peace and harmony."
This was way before
The meek white missionaries
Made landing on our shores.
Africana
They condemned our customs and traditions.
They said our ways were too primitive.
So they burnt down our shrines
And in its stead,
They gave us their three C's.
(Christianity, civilization and commerce)
Africana
These white saviours, in their glowing white robes Baptised our forebears
In the name of the Father, his Son and his Holy Spirit.
Whilst our fore-elders learnt how to pray,
They formed a government,
And on our natural Resources they preyed.
Africana
Albeit their government lynched our forebears.
In the church,
Both the oppressed and their oppressors
Screamed amen.
From two conspicuously separated rows;
The salvation bringers occupied the front seats
The back seats, sanctified for the blacks.
And they said their God was impartial.
Africana
They captured, tortured and shipped
Our forebears to the americas;
To work their cane plantations,
Cotton fields, paddy fields, sugar plants.
The unfortunate ones, thrown overboard
To swim Frank's ocean.
Africana
And many centuries after their first landing.
We, the descendants of former slaves,
Rose from our slumber
And fought for Africa's uhuru.
This freedom many willingly laid down their lives...
And when at last,
We were declared independence,
Our struggle for survival begun.
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
Moving from left to right Cancer day and night Cancer the day heaven
Witnessed the pain women experiencing, suck their bellies the chemotherapy
Machines drank hundred thousand souls shaver from their hearts personifies by the scent of Cancer.
The air we breathe break to air pollution because of Cancer, the scent of
Imagination polluted by cancer they can't deny death is everywhere because of Cancer people lost their happiness to cancer.
The day earth descends to call upon you were aback serial killer
I blame you for denying my generation to smell pure air, you're too bad to
Take innocent souls from us, why you allow us nagging at you, don't you
Ashamed how invincible you are, look how ugly you're in my imagination.
I preferred to see you suck any
Individuals that banks our resources to foreign bank accounts, the
Thundering of Cancer may padlock his mouth; I know you're so powerful of drinking their imagination to maggots
People were happy in there, gardens until they heard about you, you torn
Thousands life apart to concept of apartheid, you denied us the opportunity
To lactates our kids then the breasts of women no longer the pyramid of Egypt the smile on your face rouged our destiny to languish under bigger chemotherapy machines, because of Cancer to cashew taste the limbs you took away never forgiven you.
Mind you Mr. Cancer to our coffers are empty you aren't right to leave these
Greedy individuals from escaping our lands passing through your mouth open without catching their brains, their actions are greater than Adolf Hitler wall.
The freedom you jeopardize to prosthetic Cancer to innocent guts cries
In silent pain to itself, you attacked that person indefinitely as well you
Control their hope no more to smile with friends or siblings under your
Sandal and you continue weeding their hope from recuperation.
Maybe
It’s best
Or maybe it’s better to believe
God wishes
To spread His spirit
Like dandelion seed to wind
Where it lands
It should stay
Resist the story of Ham
Embrace Eve
Mission not
In masts of ships or cannons shots
Nor with whips, coins, crowns, holy books, fighter jets
Or in a noose of love
Allow
The flower
To settle with its own face
To root and sow in a fertile place
Bloom in heart
Take shape with all its local smells and colors
A bouquet just for you.
Women & Colonialism
Its kind of okay
To me .
When you cry
Because it feeds the wounds
That I've always hide.
In those stones
Well in my bones .
For everyone of us survive.
Besides rise my thirsts
For the one
Never cursed.
Eloped and hitched
In Spite.
I pulled the guns ,
And trucks out the runs .
With sudden mists of
Bravery clouds .
I am none of terrorism
But the one for
Feminism ,
Secularism ,
And pride .
We owe it ,
Singular.
Less of the brutal
More than virtual
Life .
I hope
She could secure ,
the
Life of more worthy and pure .
After this
Ruthless strike.
In those stones
Well in my bones .
Let the Women survive.
S•R•
@thatoneshe_
we are puppets
and
we are paintings of puppets past
historic yet breathing
living but not alive
we are dancing upon your no mans land
and we are spinning to the melody of the tears our mothers shed
upon the same
no mans land
history is a wind up doll
history repeats itself
like the hiss of a broken music box
the sound
the clamour is silent
but the white noise that rises from the ashes of our mothers cry is
deafening
past is prologue
our tongues are tied
chained to the rhythm of
breaking through but not breaking free
our hearts are sinking in the trenches of yesterday
our minds are reaching for the scraps of tomorrow
and we are still
spinning
but we are spinning into focus
our smiles are wilting
our eyes are gathering dust
our war paint is fading
our war is over
because we were never really at war with you, puppeteer
because you too are a puppet
of many puppets
of many puppets
of many puppets
of many
To all the freedom fighters who fought,
We say thank you for bringing us into light,
Today we honour you for being independent,
Freedom is the greatest accomplishment,
You made us live in a peaceful environment.
We remember you as we bask in the sun,
For you fought with an arrow and not a gun,
Working hard until the whites were overrun,
Spending nights in cold forests and mountain,
Teaching us to be one 'n' united as black skin.
You live in our hearts and remain heroes,
They used submarines but you used canoes,
In the forest you're attacked by mosquitoes,
You had no doctors to treat your sicknesses,
And you chose freedom over your families.
©Kelmwa
It started on D - flat,
succulent & succinct
soft & rhythmic
loaning hearts pats.
the wail of the piano
caressing the voices' glissando
riffs tampered with the tune,
notes trailing tracks of crest,
demisemiquaver pruned
by the demigod crochet:
parts of belts
accompanying baritone,
baroque & tormenting bass
nursing decrescendo,
an atlas
And then clef,
embellishing the melody,
encore spill the best,
swift fortemente
Hearts lured,
esophagus of the musician
shifting. Pure
steps moving in pleasure,
as the lyrics complimented
the melody
A coda:
a flat accompaniment
severed the passion
as the keys & notes did melt
tumult in rhythm,
sundry languages inflected
the lyrics.
like concerto grosso
of courante on
bagpipes, accordion,
harps, obeos & paino.
now we're stuck
in the maze of this music,
no virtuoso could make meaning of
the tune, lyrics or melody
but we're moving our bodies,
till those that gets weary
goes to hear death's string.
19:09:22:18:47
Individual monotheistic health
hungers for
and,
in regenerating return,
gratefully feeds
polytheistic
polycultural
polypathic
polyphonic
polyvagal
neuro-social wealth.
Six decades after the slavers were gone
Came along the dragon
With fire to melt our mineral ore, trees to chop
And heat for a sweatshop
Politicians shake hands with eyes closed, as few hands get oiled
So they build the castles, as the majority poor toil
Nothing to show in the 21st century
A homeland is no longer a sanctuary
There is a death toll at shores of the Mediterranean sea
If we are not filling up forms for green visa lottery
So what sane parent
would intentionally lead their family
into internal
or external war,
right?
Well, apparently former political
and religious extremists,
neonazis,
Islamic fundamentalists,
Christian fundamentalists...
Oh, wait,
I'm not sure their Republican White Nationalist
AntiDemocratic First Amendment,
kleptocratic and oligarchical Second Amendment
LeftBrain rabidly ballistic dominant
Anti-natural/spiritual nondualistic health intentions
are yet media-conscious enough,
yet, still, these fake-Christians among us
are visible as far too comfortable
with Mammon's military-industrial ballistic defense
So terrified of Sodom,
Parents for Terrorist Religious War
and Threat of FinalRapture Weapons
neglect to notice
their own naked butts
delightedly backing toward beastly Gomorrah.
Anyway, with or without reformed Christian NeoFascists,
Parenting for Peace
is against militarism,
possibly for the usual costly inhumane and environmental
and economic reasons,
but also because,
as mental health-recovering parents,
and grandparents,
and future great grandparents,
They see military-corporate theft
and associates
like colonialism,
and missionary zealous patriarchalism,
and sanctuary apartheid racism,
and homophobia,
and sexism,
and anthropocentrism,
and xenophobia
as corporate public health hazards.
Rabidity,
like subclimates of health,
wears both an internal, mental, spiritual face,
and an external, physical, natural Earth EcoSpace;
codependently negative, pathological,
as transectorally positive, eco/theo-logical
robust future health potential.
African Child
Blessed beyond bounties and boundaries,
By the love of Mama Nature,
Drinking from her nursing breasts,
Like a drunkard.
I rested on sapphire and emerald,
Dug from the pit of Paradise.
The golden noon dazzled my sight
Beneath a smiling sun.
I strolled along the riverside,
Watching maidens mirror the lushness of mermaids.
Casting my hook,
Trying to catch a fish.
The first gunshot demystified my godliness,
From the barrels of Western scavengers
Who scattered our peace
With acid from their brazen mouths.
I am not corrosive,
As some of you believe.
I rose from the charred remains
Of Nebuchadnezzar's flames.
It has been two thousand brutal years.You have gone too far
Without tasting the human in me.
Till we meet again in solemn silence,
I will tell you
How forgiving I am.
~ Uche Chidozie Okorie
Strange dreams last night
include gathering enthusiastic consumers
to shepherd and possibly own
cheaply decaying properties,
ghettoes of hopelessness,
ungodliness.
And, later,
an all male bacchanal
of real estate agents,
toned agencies for commercial acquisition,
surrounded by witnessing properties
of no sensory interest
to any realtime guy,
straight or gay
or in-between.
Gathered to teach their purchasers' desire
and demise
while getting naked
in a boorishly unsexy way,
while dispassionately watching
in time's eternal mirror.
They
and our witnessing
and witnessed properties
nakedly longing for resilient sensuality
and settling for this brief
spasmodic climax
of Time's young adult male supremacy
over realtime commodified markets
Iconic of mass mediated
male mattered
sexuality,
Visual
and, at best,
marginally sensual
Inviting touch without true feeling,
sight without warm hearing,
natural taste without spiritual fragrance,
being without belonging,
mass without energy
yang without yin
space without sufficient time
to dream,
remember
regenerate
resonate
resolve
dissolve,
Breathe in
as out
invites Earth's new dawn
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